Oracular Speak

a poem of divine direction

Do not run, dear child,
but ferociously plant.
Plant with all your holy might
and will the roots to their depths.

Tend, my girl, tend tenderly
with a love blanketing the ages
of swollen rages
and broken promises.

Carefully, gently bless
each seed holding hope
with the power of laughter
and steady peace.

Give what you have
been given
and know
the cycle returns
with blooms of bounty.

Do not despair,
do not run,
do not hide or bauk.
Do not forsake your garden.

Trust and move.
Ask and learn.
Pray and hold.
Cum and dance.


This poem if from Hunni Bloom's poetry book, Healing: Cum and Dance.

Photo by Maya Makovskaya on Unsplash